THIS POEM IS INSPIRED BY THE LEGEND OF THE BLUE LADY, A FICTITIOUS SPIRIT , A LEGEND THAT'S PART OF MY CITY AND ALMA MATER LA MARTINIERE COLLEGE'S HALL OF MYTHS.
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Hush! she is a spirit of fine fettle
clad in whole nine yards of mystique,
haunted by a gossamer fabric of heresy.
Maligned in her charm
The halo of an apparition,
she unfurls her midnight legend.
They say those Gothic figurines
register her presence.
Bylanes wallow in her dimming halo,
barks and howls are overpowered
as she marks her spot,
Her abode in the banyan tree's shadows.
The Blue Lady denounces articles of faith.
In these summer crests,
she sleeps on orphaned railway tracks.
Is teased by Dilkusha pebbles,
with mongrel squeals her consolation.
Is seen by the teenaged runaway,
flashing green eyes from train compartments.
Hush, here she springs a surprise,
eyeing a more mortal desire.
That curious commoner on a bicycle
He is the one she fancies,
a mortal lust seen in flesh and blood.
Hear!
the Clock Tower touts her hour,
Blue Lady declares her midnight manner.
A misunderstood wanderer,
groping his dusky instincts.
Both glisten in the river's pure nocturnal depths.
Twin spirits of fine fettle,
marking this rendezvous since years two-score.
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DILKUSHA: an area surrounding my school and situated in the heart of the city Lucknow, India.
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